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Black Sunday Played the National Anathema

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H. Arlequin
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    Black Sunday Played the National Anathema


The narrow, rutted lane from Eight Mile Mill
to Brannock's store was filled with sweaty teams
and snorting Tennesee five gaited riding stock
between the knees of gold and gray.  The still
of Sunday morn gave way to muffled streams  
of teamsters' salty dialogue with rock
and rut, the failing harness strap, their fill
of Stonewall Jackson's predawn caisson schemes,
and bellies extended beyond the mealtime clock.

Across the hills unwary church bells pealed
a call to early mass, the bantam crowed,
a Holstein lowed and then all hell broke loose.
That deadly enfilade, void time to yield,
the line caught unaware, tight one lane road
flanked left and right, stopped fore and aft, no ruse,
for horse or man, they'd found their potter's field.
From first shot till the final episode,
an hour, and not one life could death refuse.

A silence shocked the world. The blue withdrew
and left them where they fell, the blood run red
of man and steed, of driver and the driven.
The bottle fly, the green and black review
their table set, entangled limbs, eyes dead
set wide, without the chance a soul be shriven.
O grieve the slaughtered dead the Southland grew,
those bonnie men for cause laid down, their bed
the ground, poor payment for the lives they've given.

The carnage tenderly removed, enshrined,
could they observe hiatus from the grave,
its time exact as that which was their last,
would shout, "We died in vain!", one voice combined
with all those dead from wars, if free or slave,
its echo reaching through the distant past.
"In vain, all vain!" Great causes undermined
the precious gift of life, exchanged the brave
for noble war's abhorent holocaust.


         --Fr Veni di Morte
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H. Arlequin
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brian madden
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2 posted 05-07-2000 07:28 AM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

While I do not know the event that you described your words allowed me to stand on the side lines. A truely powerful poem that left me in a stunned silence.
Nan
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HA - This is very well done - You depict the futility of bloodshed eloquently...

You put sooooo much into your work - Thanks for sharing it here - It's always a unique and wonderful read when I open one of your poems...
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Oh... and furthermore - The title is perfect..
H. Arlequin
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5 posted 05-14-2000 06:36 AM       View Profile for H. Arlequin   Email H. Arlequin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit H. Arlequin's Home Page   View IP for H. Arlequin

Hi Brian

smooooooooooooooooches darling Nan,

tx to the both of you for your reading and commenting on this lil couplet.    )))))

I really appreciate,

excelsior,

HA
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6 posted 05-14-2000 08:18 AM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

This was a very moving piece H.Arlequin, your vivid descriptions were so very powerful. Well done ...

Best wishes,
/Kit
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Superb writing, H.A.! Always an exciting adventure!  

Denise
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